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Iraqi poet Saadi Youssef on 'bullet censorship'

Acclaimed Iraqi poet Saadi Youssef spoke to Jonathan Maunder the about his life and work, and about the current state of politics and poetry in the Middle East

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Saadi Youssef

Saadi Youssef

Saadi Youssef is one of Iraq’s best known poets. His work is renowned throughout the Middle East and beyond. He has translated numerous writers into Arabic, including George Orwell, Federico Garcia Lorca and Walt Whitman. Saadi fled Iraq in 1979 after Saddam Hussein tightened his hold on power. He now lives just outside London.

With the recent Israeli onslaught on Lebanon in mind, I asked Saadi about the time he spent living in Beirut during Israel’s 1982 invasion of the country.

“I was there for three months of the siege,” he said. “In that situation you can’t be safe for a moment. There is constant fear - one time I was walking on the street and a mortar bomb landed 50 yards from me.

“Writers and poets played a very important role at the time. There were many journals that would publish work by poets in Beirut.

“These would be sent out to those on the front line resisting Israel, so they were very influential in this sense.

“The Lebanese Communist Party printed a daily newspaper. During the siege many poets played a crucial role in maintaining it, as many of the journalists were out fighting. Writing poetry was a way of maintaining hope at a time of great horror.”


How does he view the recent Israeli offensive? “I think that what is going on at the moment is similar to what happened in 1918, after the First World War and the collapse of the Ottoman empire. The whole region was redrawn and colonised by the West.

“Today I think we are seeing something similar, an attempt to colonise the region again. It’s not just the US, but the Europeans too. The French could be going back into Lebanon - just as they did in 1918!”

Saadi started writing poetry in his late teens. I asked what caused him to start writing.

“People, especially poor people in Iraq, appreciate poetry,” he said. “It started for me as a political expression - but after a while poetry reaches a kind of independence of artistic form. You can’t sacrifice art to politics”.

The natural environment of southern Iraq - its date palms, birds, marshes - is a major influence on Saadi’s poetry, but he finds it hard to separate this from political realities.

“I can be observing a tree, watching how it is blown by the wind, how it looks. But then I can hear the sound of war planes overhead. I believe nature repairs what war does to you.

“So it is hard to separate out my poetry and politics. On a surface level they are separate, but I think in a deeper sense they are very interwoven.

“Personal experience is the normal way of beginning any work of art. When I write poetry, sometimes it can mean meditating on an idea for a few days and then writing, or it can be writing first and then developing it.

“People need poetry. It helps people who maybe cannot get to a theatre or cinema to get in touch with an artistic form - poetry is accessible”.

Why does he think poetry is so central to Middle Eastern culture? “The oral tradition is very important. Partly this stems from censorship. The first thing to be searched for at Arab airports is not drugs or guns, but books!

“But poetry you can smuggle across borders. Novels can be censored easily, but poetry stays in the head.

“People respect poets more than politicians, who are usually corrupt.”



Later, when Israel was created in 1948, the Israelis did a deal with the Iraqi government to transfer the Iraqi Jews to Israel.




“I and many other students were also very active in political life. There were many strikes at that time, which we helped to lead.


“All the trade unions and peasant organisations were led by Communist Party members. There were a number of famous clerics who were also in the party. But in the late 1960s the US assisted the Baathists in destroying the party.”


“In terms of access to oil, a federal structure is easier to manipulate than a central government. But Iraq has no history of sectarian division.

“There is ‘bullet censorship’ in Iraq at the moment. Two women Iraqi writers who I know and respect have recently fled, one a novelist, the other a journalist.

“There’s a reign of terror going on. The occupation is turning a blind eye to it. As in the old days, the fight for political and artistic freedom is the same.”

Alongside military and economic colonisation there is cultural colonisation, Saadi notes.

“Recently there was a gathering of important Iraqi cultural figures in Jordan who have links to the occupation. There was top security and a very small audience.

“I think the majority of Iraqi poets are against the occupation, but there is no real organisation between them. There is a need for a central, organised opposition to the occupation.”

He says of the US, “There is much I love about America, like jazz culture for example.

“I have great respect for the American people, I just oppose the American war machine.”

This is reflected in his poem “America, America”, where he condemns the first Gulf War but also writes about the feelings of a US soldier disillusioned with the fighting.

I finish by asking him about the future of poetry in the Middle East. “There are a lot of younger poets today who send me their work, from North Africa as well as the Middle East.

“For the last 20 years this poetry has had a gloomy atmosphere, expressing feelings of dislocation and frustration. But when politics gets hotter, the poets will come out of their cocoons.”

A personal song

Is it Iraq?
Blessed is the one who said
I know the road, which leads to it;
Blessed is the one whose lips uttered
The four letters:
“Iraq, Iraq, nothing but Iraq.”
Distant missiles will applaud;
Soldiers armed to the teeth will storm us;
Minarets and houses will crumble;
Palm trees will collapse under the bombing;
The shores will be crowded
With floating corpses.
We will seldom see
Al-Tahrir Square
In books of elegies and photographs;
Restaurants and hotels will be our roadmaps
And our home in the paradise of shelter:
McDonald’s, KFC
Holiday Inn;
And we will be drowned
Like your name,
O Iraq,
“Iraq, Iraq, nothing but Iraq”*

* The line is from the poem Unshudat al-Matar (Rainsong) by the pioneering Iraqi poet Badr Shakir al-Sayyab (1926-64)

Thanks to Sabah Jawad and Anne Alexander for their help in arranging this interview. Without an Alphabet, Without a Face: Selected Poems by Saadi Youssef is translated by Khaled Mattawa and published by Graywolf Press.


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Sat 26 Aug 2006, 00:00 BST
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